~
the first
full day
brand new
new year

I sit
in my car
radio
playing

a song
from a singer
no one
remembers

as I did
when I lived
some other year

no one
is moving
no one
is here

streets w/o people
music I hear

where people
are missing
nobody there

some say
one day
no one
will care

now
is but all
that ever
is here

when this thing
or
that thing
all disappears

what would one hold
to oneself
which is dear

when someone
surrenders
just
simply because

no one
dare tender
to what
becomes was

Proust
goes in detail
to tell
of a past

but this
they say
this too
won’t last

each day
a new day
each one
will pass

what then
is there here
that is dear
I then ask

no one
will tender
to what there
once was

who will
remember
what did
or what does

streets
w/o people

no one
is home

no one
is moving

everyone
gone

streets w/o
people

all
alone

I miss
other people

got up
and gone

streets
w/o people

now
has begun
~

©2015, Marvin Welborn
24 February 2015; revised 26 Feb 15